The Week

It began with a French toast,
fried from without, gooey within.

It flows like a serpent made of mercury,
slithery and quick.

It passes the lazy class,
and gobbles work amass.

It sleeps late,
and wakes up to breakfast.

My week, it began with a French toast,
and ended with a poach, sunny side up.

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